Yussa is going to ruin him with just two words. All this sweet boy, sweet thing is driving him mad with the desire to prove them true, to be exactly as sweet as Yussa needs him to be. Caleb's fingers rock gently inside him, and he holds Yussa close as the other man adjusts to being so full.

As attractive as Caleb had found his intimidating professor this morning, he thinks he likes him this way even more, beautifully open and receptive. The man this morning was untouchable. This one is begging to be fucked, kissing him and grinding eagerly on his hand.

"I do want to properly undress you before we get carried away," he agrees, nudging his forehead to Yussa's. Showing the same care as when he'd pressed them inside, Caleb slowly eases his fingers from Yussa's cunt. They come out predictably wet, and he smears them over his clit, rubbing teasingly light before withdrawing his hand from the open front of Yussa's trousers entirely. "There we go," he murmurs.

If Yussa is at all unsteady when getting up, Caleb's arm is there behind his back to steady him.